Crossed Emily Mcintire Novels & Stories

She leaned against the door, crossed her arms, and stared at me. I didn’t say anything. What was there to say? I wasn’t in the mood to listen to any of her games. She was probably here to spy on me or check if I had anything to spill for Matteo. But after a while, she spoke. “Emily is dead.” Her voice was cold, like she didn’t care what effect those words would have on me. My head shot up, and my eyes met hers. My heart stopped for a second, then started beating so loud in my ears that I could barely hear my own thoughts.

My hand pressed against an obsidian insignia so cold it burned. That was the last night I was ever just Nathan Cross. After that, I stopped caring about who I used to be. About what I used to want. Emily’s memory? Erased. The need for connection? Gone. Softness? A liability I no longer entertained. Love was weakness. Power was permanence. And yet… here I am. In this tower I built, alone with the one name that won’t leave me. Lana. She wasn’t supposed to matter. She was supposed to be a diversion, a beautiful little storm I could fuck into silence and forget by morning. But she didn’t fade.

He braced his hands against it, trembling, swearing he could smell the copper tang. But through it, her fire cut again. This time, it wasn’t a whisper. It was a scream. A decision. A life ending. Rhett’s chest jolted, his heart hammering harder than before, the darkness rattling around him like a storm about to break. Emily had crossed a line. And for the first time, Rhett realized she wasn’t just his to protect. She was his equal. ________________ The black flickered with light. His body convulsed, pain dragging him half-awake, half-drowned.

The silence on the screen felt deafening. I stared at Emily’s contact for a long moment, then pressed call. It went straight to voicemail. My heart skipped a beat. I tried again. Voicemail. And again. Voicemail. Tears blurred my vision as I clutched the phone tighter. “Please pick up,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “Emily… please.” For the first time since I met Emily Cross, I had no idea where I stood with her. Best friend? Family? Or the person she would never forgive?

I noticed that he looked much healthier than he had earlier, but the thick bandages across his chest remained a stark reminder of his injuries. When he saw me, his formerly serious gaze softened at once. He reached out, patting the vacant space next to him on the bed. "Have a seat." I handed him the transcripts and realized that Chris had previously harbored suspicions regarding the circumstances of Mike's demise. I had caught Emily sending clandestine messages to someone at the border after my marriage to Chris, her panicked tone completely at odds with her role as a grieving widow. I had used that lead to get clearance from my superiors to go undercover and use my position as Chris' mate t

When he was suddenly called, he immediately said gratefully, "Thank you, Miss Emily!" Emily wanted to pass the coffee to Kevin, but she was afraid that standing up would affect the people in the stands behind her. She could only pass the coffee to Jimmy. "Give it to me!" Jimmy reached out and took the coffee. His finger touched Emily's hand. Emily seemed to have been electrocuted, and she was a little stunned. Emma also reached out and took the coffee. Jimmy's fingers touched her again and his eyes became deeper. His fingers froze in the air for two seconds before he let go.

The sound of the rain against the window was steady, almost rhythmic. Emmy stood at the threshold of the living room, her heart racing as she saw Carl and his girl in an embrace. Then the memory suddenly struck her. The girl in the picture. Maddie. Emmy had seen that face before…a diary or a picture? She wasn't sure, but she knew she meant something to Carl. Was it his ex? Their bodies were too close, the kind of closeness that only familiarity could breed, and it hit Emmy harder than she ever expected. She froze, her breath catching in her throat.

They started moving again. "You said she looks familiar?" They were talking in quieter tones now, they probably didn't want their boss to hear them. "Yes, you won't believe it. It's crazy," the third voice said. "Who is she?" "I'm not sure, but she looks so much like Hope," the voice said. I was shocked that he recognized me, I wouldn't recognize myself if I stared in the mirror. "Hope? As in the Hope Embers that died in the assassination with her father?" He and the others laughed.

Over the next thirty-five minutes my students go over the details of what has been going on and where they have been. Apparently these two have gotten into a situation. Christina has decided to drop out of school and move in with Johnny who she says she loves. She's pregnant and doesn't want her mother and father to find out. I like Christina, she is a clever girl with a smart-ass attitude. She wears a tight lowcut green sweater that is showing entirely too much cleavage for it to pass the dress code and a pair of ripped blue jeans. She has long black hair that she wears loose. It covers her face just enough to block people from noticing that she hasn’t lost her baby face yet. Johnny is ano

Yet, I still crossed it. I know I had to find Lily. I had no choice but to find the girl. I shifted once I crossed, knowing that my black pelt will make it more obvious I was not part of their pack, but I will be easier hidden in the shadows. I ran through the trees, picking up the faintest scent of Lilacs. It led me further and further away from safety but closer to Lily. That was… up until my senses got overwhelmed by the smell of coffee. O crap…